Author: James Matson

When I turned 12, a kindly soul pointed out to me that I’d already become a rabid, caustic, borderline fanatic Amiga fan boy. They said I was someone who lived only to trample the opinions of Atari ST users. I told them I’d grow out of it one day. 20 years later, it’s worth pointing out I lied through my teeth.

The premise that mixing one awesome thing with another makes something even more awesome seems fairly self evident, but after James Matson got his hands on the 19990s range of G.I. Joe ‘Street Fighter 2’ figurines, he’s just not so sure…

Like the anti-Midas, it seems everything Commodore touched eventually turned to crap. James Matson discovers that hidden behind the business failures of Commodore lies an often forgotten – but ultimately awesome – retro console.

Karate come from China, sixteenth century, called te, “hand.” Hundred year later, Miyagi ancestor bring to Okinawa, call *kara*-te, “empty hand.” Many year after that James Matson bring review of Budokan for Amiga. All Village rejoice.

In an act of bravery that will pass from story into myth, and myth into legend, James Matson treads beyond the boundaries of this world and enters the twilight horror that is the Sunday Trash & Treasure market.